In 1969 I got a job as a chemist testing paint formulas at Glidden Durkee in Baltimore. After I was hired, my boss came up to me and said the US Naval Academy would not release why I’d left without written permission from me. I’d left because they kicked me out after almost 3 years for smoking grass. I told him, “No problem, I’d be glad to grant permission.” And he said, “Well in that case, we don’t need to ask” and dropped the matter. Here’s a foto of my 10 classmates who were kicked out with me for drugs. Wonder how many of them had to deal with it in civilian life.
